Sunday, April 11, 2010


There is a young man, mad at the world.
He is drinking alone, sitting on a bar stool.
He waits. The night lingers. He doesn't care.
She glances, smiles, and entices with a stare.
He meets her, loves her, and forgets her.
She loves him and hates him but never knows him.
Tomorrow night both are empty and neither has been heard.
Both have one more reason to be mad at the world.

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